by Madhatter (03.20.06 12:41 am)

by ijuanaiguana (03.20.06 12:01 pm)

Comraderie has been nonexistent since world war ii. My grandfather was a coal miner and a surrealist. After losing his fingers to frost bite, his desire to paint became even greater. But no one wanted to paint alongside a cripple. So he painted alone for sixteen years. Each day his imagery became more tainted with his anger for humanity.

by Unbeatable (03.21.06 12:34 am)

Isn't the Biennial like...25% collectives? Since 9/11 haven't we seen the critics and curators rally around things like Dearraindrop, Forcefield, Archive, Salon de Fleurus, etc, etc, etc??? Even scope had a bunch of collectives: The 62 and Matt Bua and Jesse Berkowitz did a shooting gallery together. This is nothing new pal.

by somelikeithottererish (03.29.06 03:33 am)

by somelikeithotter (03.29.06 03:33 am)

so i have to do it. um the cut on the leg? maybe i am crazy but i feel it, and tell me we are not down to total refuse and welcome.. loved it need a while to process.. i was readying my self to hate the soundrack, oddly enought it worked... they were so hot! at the after party, omg... showed up late but looked so cute! i was like should i take a camera out? and ended up with she would kick my fucking ass...! side line. but all is full of love!

by Madhatter (03.29.06 02:39 pm)

“I’m Really Scared When I Kill In My Dreams”:

“People pay to see others believe in themselves. Many people don’t know whether they can experience the erotic or whether it exists only in commercials; but on stage, in the midst of rock ‘n’ roll, many things happen and anything can happen, whether people come as voyeurs or come to submit to the moment… Performers appear to be submitting to the audience, but in the process they gain control of the audience’s emotions. They begin to dominate the situation through the awe inspired by their total submission to it.”

by magicmarker (03.29.06 02:55 pm)

Remember clearly the first time I experienced that: quavery voiced Canadian singer, Winterland, 1975. Thousands of people, absolutely quiet, totally focussed on pinspot light illuminating man on piano. Deep darkness all around. Bright music flowing. Devotion. I broke the spell and looked around the room. People standing shoulder to shoulder on the floor, faces upturned, bathed in the light from the stage, rapt. I was amazed that he could hold everyone's attention like that. I thought, what power, like hitler. Except hitler didnt sing this:

Now that you found yourself losing your mind
Are you here again?
Finding that what you once thought was real
Is gone, and changing?

Now that you made yourself love me
Do you think I can change it in a day?
How can I place you above me?
Am I lying to you when I say
That I believe in you
I believe in you.

Coming to you at night I see my questions
I feel my doubts
Wishing that maybe in a year or two
We could laugh and let it all out

Now that you made yourself love me
Do you think I can change it in a day?
How can I place you above me?
Am I lying to you when I say
That I believe in you
I believe in you.

by Madhatter (03.29.06 02:58 pm)

Julia Sneeringer
( History )

Julia_Sneeringer@qc.edu
Associate Professor of History at Queens College and the CUNY Graduate Center . She earned a Ph.D. in History from the University of Pennsylvania , and a BA in German from Temple University . A historian of 20th century Germany , she teaches across the range of modern European history, including courses on art and politics in Weimar Germany (including cinema), fascism and the Third Reich, Europe since 1945, and the history of women in modern Europe . She has written about political propaganda, gender, and advertising during the Weimar Republic (1918-33). Her current project is a social history of rock and roll in Hamburg , Germany during the 1950s and 1960s.

by magicmarker (03.29.06 04:34 pm)

by somelikeithot (03.29.06 04:36 pm)

ya the motion graphics are out of this world, i guess something about how much i enjoyed the leg cutting portion is 'creepy and unnecessary" and an odd match up with my mini skirts and scars.... we must sublimate in symbols to over come.

by Madhatter (03.29.06 05:23 pm)

by somelikeithot (03.29.06 05:57 pm)

Dear Ed Halter,
ending your bogus article illumiating your sub-par understanding and engagement with the film is highlighted with your player hateing budget comment. haiku is a structure with its own logic - (it is not forced by lack of page space) i am sure “Jean Cocteau, Maya Deren, or Kenneth Anger” had there ‘limited means’ forced on them... i am sure any of them would be happy to expand...
so that's poetry, film and art that you've blown with that one.
u sux.
y didn't jer review this one?

by somelikeithot (03.30.06 01:54 pm)

by somelikeithot (03.30.06 02:21 pm)

how is ‘people coming away with something different’ a dogmatic statement? he said it himself something along the lines of - i think that it is essential for me to follow that path to make the thing, it is the way that i make it i do it, a certain amount of research and begin to put together a constellation of things and layer them that way, - certain people enter the work thru the secondary information... - some have a more visceral relationship to the films, - and they are both valid.
and not characters as characters as much as ‘aspects’ or ‘states’ moments of violence and/or moments of comedy

but barney takes the “objective” documentary style (also strangely like a telletubbies or children's video (watch one and you'll get me - it IS a style) -

and then also flirts with cinematic hallucinatory terrain - I keep thinking of the cut scenes from Highlander (best ever).

Moby Dick is an obvious comparison due to the subject matter, kind of an easy A -

“From the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you.”

Is pretty ironic no? In my experience nature conspires to commit you and then also, can be fickle. Cruel and not kind at all.

The NYT article says theres some new spiritual thing - i can see how this might be more explicit - but in my understanding of the Barneyverse there has allways been a spiritual/ritualistic/alchemical.

Before Barney was taking from western culture and now eastern. Well its the same process, and many of the symbols are the same. In fact I'd argue its pretty much the same process, just instead of navel gazing hes incorporating a duality - one that he hasnt fully figured out how to integrate.

by Madhatter (03.30.06 03:50 pm)

I mean the ship is a teeter totter where the skyscraper was a monolith. They both need to be balanced. I see this as humorous as much as poignant. BUt really, its how you say it not hwat you say right? I mean wanting to achieve balance is not Mathew Barneys sole sysyphean task...

I just read a blog that said Peter S. walked out before the best part.

I'm a fan of flow, so maybe I'm more a movie person than an art person...but then I find flow in art sometimes.

by somelikeithottererish (03.30.06 07:27 pm)

by somelikeithotter (03.30.06 11:16 pm)

all i am saying is i would hate for the highly complex and sensitive language that he has developed and Artistic genius to get over shadowed by people wanting to focus on the surface of his ‘relationship’ ... or visa versa with her, - (hey i love her, bjork she is fantastic on 2 her own reich, but there is allot going on - in other levels of the film, that i feel deserves critical notation.

by Madhatter (03.31.06 12:39 am)

by Madhatter (03.31.06 12:41 am)

If you have ever found yourself having to perform a mundane task repetitively for a long period of time, you may understand the value of letting your imagination take over and turning the task into something other than what it is on a most basic level. You may make a game out of it or think of what you are doing as something else. Embracing personal mythology is a similar principle. You stop thinking of your life as a stream of the same mundane processes, getting up in the morning, going to work, going to lunch, coming home, reading the newspaper, watching television... most people's lives follow a process, a regular schedule or pattern in which there is little variation. The more mundane and repetitive life becomes, the more we grow disenchanted with it and the more we look for escape. Depression, alcoholism, drug abuse, anger and frustration are born of this disenchantment and a need to escape from what has essentially become a life with little perceived meaning.

by somelikeithottererish (03.31.06 03:42 am)

by somelikeithotter (03.31.06 08:33 am)

by Madhatter (03.31.06 11:49 am)

“In Tokyo Jean Cocteau had bought a pet grasshopper,” Charlie Chaplin once recalled, "which he kept in a little cage and often brought to my cabin. ‘He is very intelligent,’ he said, ‘and sings every time I talk to him.’ He built up such an interest in it that it became our topic of conversation. ‘How is Pilou this morning?’ I would ask. ‘Not very well,’ he would say, ‘I have him on a diet.’

"When we arrived in San Francisco I insisted on him driving with me to Los Angeles as we had a limousine waiting. Pilou came along. During the journey he began to sing. ‘You see,’ said Cocteau, ‘he likes America.’ Suddenly he opened the car window, then opened the door of the cage and shook Pilou out of it.

“I was shocked and asked, ‘Why did you do that?’ ‘I give him his freedom.’ ‘But,’ I answered, ‘he's a stranger in a foreign country - he can't speak the language.’ Cocteau shrugged. 'He's smart, he'll soon pick it up.'”